Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

23.)The Teacher pt.7

This is part 1 of part 7. So basically half of pt 7! Next half is the last half. Hope you liked it.
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"I just need to be placed in another teacher's class. I need more of a challenge," you explained to the councilor in front of you. She nodded understandingly and turned back to her old computer, pushing her fuchsia glasses to the bridge of her nose.
"You are in luck my dear, there is Mr. Gellar's AP class 6th period and there are openings. Are you willing to be placed there?"
"Yes that would be perfect Ma'am. Thank you," you told her sincerely as she handed you the freshly printed schedule." You smiled and left the center before going to your locker; this was your first time back to school in a few days and this Monday was already going to go to hell.
You had made the decision to drop Harry's class just because you simply couldn't stand to see him everyday. Even though you were the one to break it all off it still hurt tremendously and the thought of having to sit there and look at him, hear him speak, watch as he shot small smiles towards other students, it all became too much.
You couldn't cry any longer, you wouldn't permit yourself to. You were going to take it day by day like you had told yourself you would; at the moment this was becoming difficult task to stand for. These past few days all you had done was over analyze the situation.
Were you not good enough? Who was she? Was he using you? Did he really mean it when he said he loved you all those times?
Questions played over and over like a broken record in your mind and you were pulling your hair out to get rid of them.
It was a tiring process to get used to him not being around; it was a fickle thing getting out of a relationship. It was the constant memories that flew back to you when you looked at something or thought of a place you two had been.
It was hard to sleep just because of all the times he had been over holding you while you both slept peacefully. What a fickle thing a relationship is.
You got to your locker and saw that the hallway was almost deserted, making you hurry up and rush to your first period chemistry class. You listened to the teacher explain your day and you soon drowned out his voice, your mind moving onto more oppressing subjects.
The rest of your first part of the day passed by as though you were walking through a cloud of grey and time was moving slowly. You didn't know how much you would have missed him, how much space he took up in your life. He had forced his way in and when you forced him out he took you with him.
You walked down the cafeteria and sat down at the table you and Parker had just a few days ago and you though of how different things were. You sighed and ate your lunch, enjoying the peace and listening to the chatter around you. You looked up and saw a few girls you knew wave; you waved back and shot them a small smile in return.
Your thoughts took another drift in the direction of how Harry would react to you not being in his class anymore.
Why do you care anymore? A part of you asked.
The other part retaliated back. She loves him and love is a tricky thing.
You blocked the voices arguing in your mind and focused on making it through the rest of the day.
Your english class passed by in a blur but it was your next period that moved so very slow.
"I would like to introduce a new student to the class," he nodded at you and you told everyone your name and a fact about yourself.
"Welcome to my AP course Miss, take any available seat." You nodded and moved to sit next to the window, right behind a boy with ginger hair and thick glasses.
"Hello," he whispered and you greeted him back politely.
"We're on page 47 by the way."
You nodded again. "Thank you."
"No problem." The class much a much different atmosphere than the one of Harry's room. In this class everyone was quite and focusing on what the teacher was saying. You were having trouble keeping up with the fast pace and were starting to rethink your decision to drop Harry's regular class.
Mr. Gellard talked the whole time up until the bell rang and you could safely say that a frown was etched upon your face.
"You have much catching up to do Miss," he called to you from his desk, making you glance up at him.
"Right, I know." You didn't say another word but walked out of his room and out of the school. You made your way on over to the bus and greeted the driver and sat in your usual spot.
You listened to the little kids in front of you talk all about their day and the boys they thought were out of this world. It brought a genuine smile to your face as you remembered yourself doing just that years ago as well.
You got off at the same spot as the little kids and watched as they ran off to their waiting parents. Speaking of parents yours were in California enjoying the sun through a glass paned window of the latest firm there.
It was quiet when you entered your home and you went straight to your room. You laid down in your bed and looked at your smooth ceiling; you wouldn't be alone right now if Harry had still been around.
Just as you were about to reach for your phone and dial your parents it rang. You picked it up cautiously, glancing at the screen to see who it was. Harry is calling you.
You took a deep breath and answered his call for the first time in many days. "Hello?" You cursed your voice for shaking so much.
"Why did you drop my class?" He asked lowly.
"I couldn't be around you anymore. I didn't want to have to see you for a hour everyday and tolerate it all." You told him truthfully, why lie now right?
"Just because you cut me out of your life doesn't mean I want you out of mine. I love you." You laughed at loud at his words. You guessed the anger and pain took a break and let you feel empowered for a moment.
"You were the one locking lips with someone else. Please don't give me your excuses I don't need them, I don't need you, and most of all I don't love you." With that you hung up the phone and let out a chuckle which lead you into a full on laughing session which turned into you crying hysterically.
Your emotions were almost as drained as your mind was. Was this what loving someone brought? Having your heart ripped out and then you getting yelled at for cutting him off. Why did you have to love him?
You decided to text him back but not to apologize but to ask the very question on your mind.
"If you say that you love me so much, might I ask the one question on my mind. Was it worth it?Was it worth destroying me for the time being? Leaving me to wonder if you used me, lied to me, used everything in your power to make me love you so you could get a heartbroken girl in the end? Was I here for your entertainment? Was it worth it Harry?" You fired off the text and felt as though you had just given off another piece of yourself to him. What did it matter though, he already took all of you when you had him leave.
Anyone else but yourself would consider you pathetic as you waited for him to reply back but he never did. It hurt you to know you had put yourself out there, venerability wise, and he had nothing left to say. It hurt, loving him hurt.
It was a surprise when you heard your door being knocked on. You made your way to the front and looked out the peephole to see Harry on your front step fidgeting and holding flowers. You rolled your eyes but answered the door.
"What?" No greeting just a word came from your lips.
"I need to speak to you. I need to explain everything and what really happened." Without your consent he walked right into your house and up to your bedroom.
"Excuse me! Get out!" You screeched but he paid not attention to you as he put down the flowers next to him on the bed.
"No, we're going to talk and work things out."
You shook your head fast. "There is nothing to work out it's over."
"It's over when I say and I say it isn't. I want to hear you say the words yourself, I want you to tell me why you didn't want to fix things especially if we felt the same way about one another!" He was yelling the words now and you felt yourself let everything go.
"Because everything didn't matter anymore when I saw you that morning! It was like you were waiting for me to walk in and see it. Did you even try to push her away? It sure seemed to me that you both were enjoying it! I don't know anything about you so I don't even know if you've played this game in the past. Everything since that morning has had me questioning everything and I hate it. It shouldn't have to be like this for me, I shouldn't be feeling so strongly about a man I know nothing about. I'm sick of it so listen to me when I say it's over. I might not be fine now but I will be. I don't need you anymore." You were breathless when you finished but everything was finally off your chest and all the man in front of you could do is stare at you.
"If you don't have anything else to add or say you know where the door is." Your turned away from him and walked into your bathroom to dry the tears that seemed to have fallen out during your letting loose. You listened for footsteps to fade away from you but instead they came closer.
His arms came around your waist and turned you to face him. He held you to his chest gently unlike the many other times you were in this position.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." You could feel his body shudder and he began to sob quietly. You had never seen him cry and the loving part of you rubbed his back soothingly.
Any person would think you two were crazy and you both were. Here you were consoling the man who cheated on you with another woman. The situation should be reversed here.
"I know you're sorry but it still happened," you murmured into his neck. You wanted to be with him again but it was time that was your foe, that and the other woman.
"I know it did and I was an idiot. I love you so much; we need to fix things, we can do it." The conviction and determination in his voice startled you and you were back into the position where you didn't want to say anything to upset him further.
"But do we?"
"Yes we do! Of course we do, we love each other. This is just a small bump," he kissed your head softly and you got out of his arms.
"That's the problem Harry, it wasn't just a small bump. I jumped into this without knowing anything about you and look where it's gotten me. I love you, I truly do but I think I'm in love with someone who I don't even know and I won't have that."
Finally you two were communicating like regular couples. Of course you weren't a regular couple at all but for the moment you pretended you were.
"What's going to fix this? I need you." He looked like he was on borderline hysterical so you refrained from saying the first thing that popped into your mind.
"Time. I need to think it all over, I need to see where we still stand at the end of the day. I have to figure if I can still look at you without seeing you kissing her. You have to give me time and hope I come back; loving you just isn't enough anymore."
He looked at you red rimmed eyes and it was like he was stepping on the already shattered pieces of your heart.
"If that's what you need than fine, but don't expect me to just leave I'll still be around."
"I think that is fine." He looked down and grabbed your face in his hand. His lips fell onto yours and stayed there for a moment. He didn't try and take it further but just kissed you and walked out of the room.
~Harry's POV~
"I want to know how you found me." I spat over the phone to Elizabeth. She had been playing dumb for the past 10 minutes as I tried to get information out of her.
"I just did, I don't see why you care so much!" Her shrill voice had me wanting to punch something and I could feel my anger rising quickly.
"Just fucking tell me!" I yelled into the receiver and I was met with silence on the other end. "I'm not kidding around Elizabeth."
"It was a boy, a young boy. He told me that you wanted to see me and he gave me all your information. He said his name was Parker okay?" She gave the information quickly and my mouth dropped open. I didn't say anything else but hung up on her.
Oh Parker Hall you don't know who you're dealing with.